Chapter 158 Fighting Class Five

"That being the case, the first round, I'll come!"

Xiao Qingyu nodded.

They won all four games yesterday. In fact, it cannot be said that they are very strong, but that their opponents are too weak.

There are eighteen advanced classes, and the last eight classes are very different from the first eight classes, and the top eight and top five are also very different.

As for the top three, that is another level.

When Xiao Qingyu came on stage, Zhan Rui didn't look sideways.

Zhan Rui understood that Xiao Qingyu was a monster with the spirit of a holy beast, so Zhan Rui immediately retreated as soon as he entered the stage.

Yesterday, I watched the one-day competition of Senior Class Nine. Tutor Tuyu had already drawn up a square formation for them. In today's first match, Class Five will undoubtedly win.

Seeing Zhan Rui turning back and retreating, Xiao Qingyu threw a fireball between his hands and greeted Zhan Rui with a bang.

Swish Swish Swish...

After a few dodges, Zhan Rui turned around and threw more than a dozen flying knives from between his sleeves. The flying knives did not simply hit the fireball.

The moment it hit the fireball, it exploded.

"Um?"

Seeing this scene, everyone in Class Nine was shocked.

It seems that after yesterday's battle, the other classes have already started to take measures against the five contestants from Class Nine.

"Eh? It's amazing!" Xiao Qingyu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Break the distance, and then use a throwing knife to detonate my fireball. Yes, I'm smarter than yesterday's class. It's a pity..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Qingyu raised his palm, and two fire snakes sprayed from between his hands.

The two fire snakes, glowing with blue flames, suddenly expanded tens of meters, and rushed directly towards Zhan Rui.

"Damn it!"

I thought that if I broke Xiao Qingyu's fireball, I would be safe, as long as I spent it with him, I would be safe, but I didn't expect that this guy, the holy beast flame of the sapphire unicorn in his body, could change a lot.

In this way, it cannot simply rely on the method of breaking the fireball technique.

Zhan Rui raised one hand, and a shield emerged from the package on his back.

Holding a shield in one hand and a flying knife in the other, Zhan Rui kept approaching Xiao Qingyu with a cautious expression.

"It's a good profound weapon, but it's a pity that it met me!"

Xiao Qingyu stepped forward without any fear.

Roar……

The fire snake suddenly let out a roar, and the next moment it rushed directly to Zhan Rui.

There was a crackling sound, and Zhan Rui's whole figure was surrounded by fire snakes. The next moment, there was a dull explosion, and Zhan Rui fell to the ground in embarrassment.

lose!

"In the first round, Senior Class Nine wins!"

After exhaling, Xiao Qingyu stepped off the ring.

"It seems that other classes have already started thinking about ways to deal with us!"

Seeing Xiao Qingyu walking down, Mo Yang frowned.

"Well, that's right, the following competitions will become more and more difficult, but...we will also become stronger and stronger!" Xiao Qingyu said with a smile on his face.

At this point, it is absolutely impossible to ask them to give up.

Class Nine was treated unfairly, only five people could play, and they would not complain.

However, with the help of five people, they will fight their way out a way to reach the sky, and severely swell the faces of Xiao Buyu and Luo Fu.

"I'm sorry, Tutor Ciyu!"

"Trash, you don't even have the qualifications to say I'm sorry!" Looking at Zhan Rui, Ciyu said indifferently: "I have explained to you the method of fighting against Xiao Qingyu, but you are still completely defeated, get out!"

"yes!"

Facing Ciyu's ferocity, Zhan Rui retreated without saying a word.

"Second round, Zhen Ping, you come!"

"yes!"

A burly man walked onto the ring.

This person is nearly 1.9 meters tall, almost a head taller than Geng Xinyu. What's even more frightening is that the muscles curled up all over his body look extremely terrifying.

"Grandpa Zhen Ping is on the stage, the bastards of Class Nine, which one will come up and die!"

"Hmph, you're stubborn, I'll do it!" Hearing what this burly man said, Geng Xinyu couldn't bear it anymore.

Seeing that Geng Xinyu was about to take the stage, Mo Yang's eyes fell on Mu Yun who was under the ring, and he did not stop him when he saw Mu Yun nodded.

"Hey, you kid, I thought you were just here to play soy sauce, but I didn't expect you to be allowed to play!" Looking at Geng Xinyu, Zhen Ping laughed loudly and said, "It looks quite strong, but it's a pity...it's destined to be just will be beaten."

Geng Xinyu is only eighteen years old. He looks 1.8 meters tall, mighty and majestic, and gives off a sense of strength and solidity.

It's just that this figure still looks a little weaker in front of Zhen Ping.

Moreover, he is only at the third level of the spiritual acupoint, and his own level is not high. The only thing he can rely on is the golden body of Wang Ba.

Mu Yun is very familiar with Wang Ba's golden body.

The King Ba Golden Body emphasizes the King Ba's aura. Every level of cultivation is a rebirth for the warrior's physical body. If the King Ba Golden Body is cultivated to the extreme, it can tear mountains and rivers apart with one hand, and collapse the starry sky.

However, the most important thing about Wang Ba's golden body is also here.

The aura of domineering!

If one can cultivate the aura of king and tyrant by cultivating the King Ba Golden Body, then this martial skill can be regarded as a real entry, and it can be regarded as touching the threshold.

But just touching the threshold is extremely difficult.

With the talents of Geng Xinyu and Xuanyuan Zhe, cultivating the King Ba Golden Body is only a form, but no spirit.

Only by truly cultivating the aura of dominance can it be called powerful.

However, even if he has not cultivated the aura of domineering, with Geng Xinyu's own physical fitness and the painstaking training and tempering during this period of time.

As long as he is not a martial artist in the fifth level of the spiritual acupoint, it is difficult to break through his defense!

"Hey... Don't look at you being bigger than me, but your strength... tsk tsk..." Geng Xinyu waved his middle finger and said disdainfully.

"Arrogance!"

Zhen Ping roared angrily, and punched out with a steel-like fist.

Facing Zhen Ping, it was also his first battle appearance. Although Geng Xinyu was joking on the surface, he was naturally not careless in his heart.

Boom...

When the two fists intersected, there was a loud bang, and everyone could clearly feel the power stored in the two figures exploding at what level of power.

"Come again!"

Geng Xinyu didn't beat Zhen Ping with one punch, and felt very ashamed, so he turned around and threw another punch straight out.

"Words of the king!"

A sharp punch, without any fancy moves, just a punch, directly blasted out.

Boom...

This time, Zhen Ping also threw a punch to meet him, but he didn't get any advantage, instead he kept retreating.

One punch followed another, and the two figures on the field unknowingly threw out how many punches in succession.

In the end, there was a bang, and Geng Xinyu was out of breath. On the other side, Zhen Ping's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his eyes were already swollen and narrowed.

With a plop, he fell to the ground.

"In the second battle, Class Nine won."

With the sound of the referee, the second game ended.

It was Geng Xinyu's first appearance, and he greeted Zhen Ping with seemingly inexhaustible punches one after another, leaving a deep impression on everyone present.

"hey-hey……"

Turning back, Geng Xinyu smiled with pride.

Finally, I earned some face for Class Nine!

"I really don't know, what are you doing teaching you bastards all day long!" Seeing Zhen Ping's defeat, Ciyu's face turned livid.

He is the head teacher of the advanced fifth class. The entire advanced class, the first five classes, the middle five classes, and the last eight classes, are completely three levels.

Class Nine has also just been promoted to an advanced class, so to be precise, it should be class eighteenth.

He doesn't care if Class 5 and Class 8 are defeated, but Class 5 in his hands must never lose.

"The third match, Ziyu, come!"

Ciyu said coldly: "You are ranked second in our fifth class, second only to Song Jingcai. In this match, you must win no matter what. If you lose, don't blame the instructor for being rude."

"Teacher, don't worry, if you lose, Ziyu will have no face to stay in Class 5 any longer!"

"Um!"

In the third round, Ziyu played in Senior Class Five.

"Okay, it's time to end!" At the third round, only Mu Fengxing, Mo Yang, and Lin Zhi were left without playing.

Mo Yang said: "For the remaining two rounds, Feng Xing and I will play, Lin Zhi, this round, you can take a break, and the next round will be tough battles against class four, class three, class two, and class one!"

"good!"

The competition has come to this point, it is no longer about being a hero and saving face, but for the victory of Class Nine.

After all, the hopes of the 110 students are all on them, and more importantly, the pastor who seems to be doing nothing.

He has paid more than anyone else, and this battle, even for him, has to go all the way to the end.

"Mo Yang!"

Taking a step forward, Mo Yang cupped his hands.

"Use your sword, you won't be able to defeat me if you don't use your sword!" Looking at Mo Yang, Ziyu said coldly, "Of course, you may not be able to defeat me if you use your sword!"

Looking at Ziyu, Mo Yang slowly pulled out a blue long sword from his hand.

The Green Flood Sword, a middle-grade profound weapon.

"Since the sword is out, then... let's solve it with one move!"

What!

Hearing Mo Yang's arrogant words, everyone in the audience was dumbfounded, some envied, some ridiculed, some admired, and some cursed.

A swordsman with peak sword intent is so proud.

Mo Yang was just a troublemaker in Beiyun City back then, but Mu Yun deeply understood that once the sword intent was awakened, the growth of a swordsman would be beyond the reach.

This is the strength of the swordsman, but also the illusory nature of the sword intent.

"Arrogance!"

Hearing Mo Yang's words, Ziyu burst into anger. He was originally the second genius in the fifth senior class. He opened the first acupoint, Guanyuan Acupoint, at the fifth level of the Spirit Point Realm. No matter how powerful Mo Yang was, he had only grasped the peak sword intent That's all, what's there to be arrogant about!

"kill!"

Between the sleeves, two daggers were hidden, Ziyu's figure flashed, and went straight to Mo Yang.

"Nine moves to kill heaven, one move!"

Faint words resounded from Mo Yang's mouth, and the green dragon sword in his hand, like a blue figure, turned into fragments and seemed to disappear in Mo Yang's hands.

But the next moment, the green flood sword appeared in Mo Yang's hands again.

There were two jingling sounds, two daggers fell down from Ziyu's arms, and the sleeves of his arms snapped off with a chirping sound, revealing two arms.

Withdrawing the sword and turning around, Mo Yang no longer looked at Ziyu.

The outcome is already clear.

"It's not over yet, come back!" Just at this moment, there was a shout from behind, and then, Mo Yang could only feel a killing intent coming from his back.